by Cairo
She finally says maybe; that she’ll think about it.
I grin, finishin’ up my blunt, then tossin’ it out the window. “Yeah, baby, you do that. I’ma see what’s really good when I come up next week.”
“Cool.”
“Yo, I’ma need a few dollas, though. You got me?”
She sighs, pausin’. “Listen, I’m not really into making it a habit of giving a man money, especially one I’m not dealing with.”
“Oh, aiight, I feel you. It is what it is,” I say, knowin’ she’s talkin’ that shit for now. But just like I had her peelin’ off paper the last time, she’ll be doin’ it again—real soon. Believe that. In the meantime, where one won’t, two more will. So it’s all good. “Look, baby, let me get up off this line. I’ll get at ya next week.”
The week flies by and a muhfucka’s been real low key for the most part of it, chillin’ here at my own spot. Hittin’ the gym hard, and not really fuckin’ much; just straight chillin’. Oh, and gettin’ brain a few nights here and there, but nuthin’ major. And believe it or not, I turned my cell off for two days, so I didn’t have to be bothered wit’ anyone. When I finally turned the shit back on, my mailbox was full. Most of the calls were from Vita, Akina, Maleeka, Shalonda, and Tamera’s smutty ass. You already know I ain’t hittin’ her back. And the rest of ’em can wait ’til a muhfucka’s beat to fuck wit’ ’em.
My cell rings. I peep the caller ID, and smile. It’s Cherry.
“What it do, pretty baby?”
“It bangs my pussy up until it whistles, and fucks a horny woman like me into a coma.”
“Damn, you tryna get shit poppin’, I see. You ready for this dick, huh?”
“I’ve been ready. And I’m long overdue. Speaking of which, I bought your ticket. And I wired you a few dollars to hold you over until you get here. The money is already there waiting for you.”
I grin. See, this is what I like ’bout Cherry. She hooks a muhfucka up wit’out me havin’ to go through a whole buncha extras. No questions asked, she makes shit happen. And she doesn’t stress a muhfucka out tryna keep tabs on ’im. “Oh, word? Good lookin’ out. You know I really ’preciate you, baby.”
“Well, hopefully you’ll give me at least two weeks to show me how much.”
Two weeks? What the fuck?! “Damn, baby…you know I can’t leave my moms home alone that long. I told you she’s in a wheelchair.” Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know it’s fucked up sayin’ shit like that ’bout Moms and all, but hey…it is what it is.
“Oooh, big daaaaddy,” she coos into the phone, “don’t do me like that. I need you.”
“Oh, word?”
“Mmmm, you have no idea how bad. Besides all the shopping we’ll do, imagine two weeks of you fucking me deep in my tight ass, my wet pussy and down in my throat anywhere, anytime, as many times as you want.”
I almost laugh. This bitch knows damn well she ain’t ready to have me punchin’ up her tonsils. “Damn, baby, you tryna get my dick hard.”
She laughs. “Is it the shopping, or the idea of fucking that’s doing it?”
“Both,” I tell her, laughin’. “And right now, my shit’s on brick.”
“Mmmmph, just how I like it. Give me two weeks with you, baby. I promise you I’ll make it well worth your while.”
“Damn, baby, you makin’ this hard for me to say no to. But…”
“No, ‘buts,’” she says, cuttin’ me off. “Before you say anything else about leaving your mother alone unattended, you need to know I’ve wired you enough money for you to hire someone to stay with her while you’re gone. So please. No excuses. I wanna see you. And I want you all to myself for two whole weeks.”
She tells me she’s hit a nigga up wit’ five gees, and will keep my pockets lined while I’m there. Even though two weeks is a bit extra, you already know a muhfucka like me ain’t tryna pass up on an opportunity to fuck and shop, then fuck and shop some more. And still come off wit’ some paper. So a muhfucka’s gonna do what he’s gotta do.
“I’m all yours, baby,” I finally tell her. “I’m all yours.”
25
Friday night rolls ’round, and shit’s ’bout to get poppin’ up in this piece. I fucked Falani down real good, earlier today; served her this dick nice ’n slow. Although I wanted to beat that shit up, I didn’t wanna have her insides burnin’ and her walls swollen. So I went easy on her. And since she had her beaver shaved this time, I gave her an extra treat. I ran a few laps ’round her fat clit wit’ my tongue, held her pussy in my mouth and tongue fucked her, before drivin’ this dick deep in her. I slow stroked her hole, while suckin’ on her titties ’til she cried.
Now here I am stretched out ’cross her sofa in a pair of red silk boxers, waitin’ for the freak show to begin. Oh, and just to let ya know. The ho came up offa some paper like I said she would. Talkin’ that dumb shit ’bout not makin’ it a habit givin’ a nigga money. Fuck outta here. That shit might apply to them duck-ass niggas she’s used to fuckin’, but unless I’m straight charity-fuckin’ a broad, she can say whatever she wants. But if I push this dick up in her guts, eventually, she’s gonna come up offa that fetti. And that’s what it is. I glance over at the clock on her glass and wood end table: 8:27 p.m. She’s already twenty-seven minutes late. I hope this bitch don’t front.
Five minutes later, the doorbell rings. Falani goes to the door and opens it. I hear her greetin’ someone, and as soon as her peoples walks through the door, I do a double-take. The first thing I see is a set of long, shapely legs in a pair of stilettos. I slowly lift my eyes over her as she closes the door behind her. She’s a fine, thick, milk-chocolate chick wit’ a long black ponytail—a muthafuckin’ clip-on, I bet—big doe-shaped eyes, long lashes, and beautiful thick, dick-suckas. I immediately imagine ’em wrapped ’round this dick, deep throatin’ it ’til I coat her throat and tongue wit’ this hot custard. Falani greets her wit’ a hug, then walks her into where I’m sittin’ and introduces her.
“Lydia, this is Alley, uh…Alex. Alex, Lydia.”
I slowly lick my lips, standin’ up. “Yo, what’s good, baby,” I say, eyein’ her as she steps outta her black three-quarter trench. She’s wearin’ some kinda red spandex-type dress that clings to her curves. I lick my lips, again.
She smiles. “OhmyGod, giiiirl, you didn’t tell me he was this fine.”
“Oh, whatever,” Falani says, rollin’ her eyes. “I did, too.”
“No, what you said was he looked aiight. Not that he was a deep dish of delicious, dark chocolate.”
I laugh. “Thanks, baby. And she told me you were decent-lookin’.”
“Typical Falani,” she replies, cuttin’ her eyes over at her, laughin’ wit’ me while walkin’ over and extendin’ her manicured hand. “Always hatin’. Nice to finally meet you.”
I step into her space. “I wanna hug,” I tell her, pullin’ her into my muscular arms. “Nice to meet you, too.” Her light, airy scent is intoxicatin’. “Damn, baby, you smell good and feel good.”
“Thanks. You don’t smell too bad yourself.”
“I’m gonna leave the two of you to get better acquainted while I get things ready,” Falani says, goin’ toward the bedroom.
“Yeah, you do that,” Lydia says, runnin’ her hands along my chest, then squeezin’ my arms. “Oooh, and a rock-hard body to go with all that sexiness. Your pictures do you no justice.”
“Aaah, baby, you tryna make me blush.” I knew Falani was hatin’ on this broad, I think, still holdin’ onto her toned, tight body. I press my cock up into her stomach, let her feel what she’s ’bout to get, then let go. She takes a seat on the sofa and I sit in the chair ’cross from her. I decide to get right to the point. “So how often you get into threesomes ’n shit?”
“Not that often. I’ve only been in three, maybe four, over the last five years. Last year was the last time.”
“Mmm, that’s wassup. So, what you like gettin’ into?”
She sits back in her se
at and crosses her legs, revealin’ her smooth, silky thighs. “I like it all.”
I smile. Ask her to elaborate and she does. She tells me how she likes eatin’ pussy, suckin’ dick, eatin’ ass, takin’ dick in her ass and deep in her pussy; that she likes strappin’ on dildoes and fuckin’ other chicks—and niggas. I keep a straight face when she says that shit. But I’m thinkin’, “what the fuck?”
“I see you a real freaky chick.”
“Just very open-minded. And you?”
“I can rock wit’ the best of ’em, baby. I’m pretty much down for whateva, ’cept fuckin’ and suckin’ another muhfucka or gettin’ dicked in the ass. So if you got any ideas ’bout runnin’ that rubber dick up in a muhfucka, you can cancel that. You got the wrong one.”
She sucks her teeth, diggin’ in her bag. “Damn,” she says, pullin’ out a long-ass pink dildo. “Not even the head?” She laughs. I don’t.
“Damn straight,” I say, eyein’ her. “Unless you tryna get ya jaw broke, don’t even think it.”
Falani walks back into the room wearin’ a dark-pink lace bra and crotchless panty set, carryin’ a tray wit’ two drinks—one for her, the other for Lydia—and a bottle of water, for me. She looks sexy as hell. I lick my lips and grin, rememberin’ how she bounced her fluffy ass up on this dick earlier.
“I brought ya’ll something to drink,” she says, handin’ Lydia a glass, then walkin’ over and handin’ me mine.
“Thanks, babe.”
“So, have the two of you gotten acquainted?” The question is for the both of us, but she looks over at me as she takes a seat on the sofa.
I smile. “Oh, no doubt. I’m diggin’ her style.”
Lydia uncrosses her legs, shifts in her seat, then crosses her right leg over her left. “And I’m diggin’ yours.” She looks at Falani, takin’ a sip of her drink. “Giiiirrrl, this is delicious. What is it?”
She grins. “Oh, just a little something I whipped up with pineapple and cranberry juice, Ketel One and a splash of Patrón to help us get the party started. After three rounds of drinks and thirty minutes into all this meet-’n-greet shit, a muhfucka is startin’ to get restless. I’m not beat for all this back-’n-forth chitter-chat. I’m ready to put work in.”
“Yo, ya’ll need to come up outta all them clothes,” I say, standin’ up and pullin’ off my boxers. “I’m ready to see and feel some wet pussy.” Lydia’s mouth drops and her eyes widen as she takes in my body and gazes down at my dick. I take it in both hands and start strokin’ it.
“OhmyGod, you gotta beautiful body,” she tells me, tossin’ her head back and gulpin’ down her drink, “and a scrumptious-looking dick.”
Falani smiles, standin’ up. “Well, I guess it’s time we take this party into the bedroom.”
“No, not yet,” I tell her. “I want ya’ll to sit next to each other on the sofa and watch me stroke this dick while both of you play in ya pussies.” I shake my dick, then stroke it backward and forward in deep slow movements ’til it starts to thicken. They both spread open their legs. Falani throws her left leg up over Lydia’s right leg. Lydia leans in, slips her hand between Falani’s legs and begins massagin’ her pussy. Falani does the same. They both start to moan, tryna make the other nut. “Yeah, get them pussies wet.”
The two of them go at it for about ’nother twenty minutes, kissin’ and suckin’ on each other’s tits, before they finally bust off all over the other’s fingers and hands. When they finish nuttin’, I tell ’em to lick their fingers, then kiss. They do. I stroke my dick deeper, harder and faster. And as I’m about to nut, I order them both to get on their knees to catch this milk. Interestin’ly, Lydia’s real nasty ’n greedy wit’ it. She wants the dick in her mouth, wants to taste this nut instead of havin’ it splattered on her face. The bitch doesn’t wanna share any of it wit’ Falani, either. And it’s aiight by me. I allow her to guzzle it all down. When she finishes, she leans over and grabs Falani by the back of the head, then shoves her tongue down into her mouth. They are swappin’ spit and cum back ’n forth. I grin. Say what the fuck you want, but I already know what it is. Falani’s freak, nasty-ass is a lyin’-ass bitch. She’s played in this scene before.
Ten minutes later, we are in the bedroom. Falani is lyin’ back on the bed wit’ her legs open. She starts rubbin’ her clit and pussy, while Lydia crawls between her legs, kisses the inside of her thighs, then shifts her body into the sixty-nine position. Her pussy hovers over Falani’s face and I’m watchin’ to see what the fuck she’s gonna do. Lydia starts suckin’ her pussy and Falani lets out a moan.
“Yo, eat that shit, baby,” I urge Falani as I stroke my hard dick. After a lil’ more coaxin’, she finally does what she’s told. Lickin’ ’n lappin’ and moanin’. “Yeah, there you go. You talkin’ ’bout you wouldn’t eat no pussy. You tearin’ that shit up, baby. That’s right; tongue-fuck her pussy.”
I watch the two of them gettin’ it in, munchin’ on each other’s pussies, moanin’ and buckin’ their hips as I roll a condom down on my dick. I grin at Falani, thinkin’, This bitch eats pussy better than me. My dick hovers over her head. She peeps what’s ’bout to go down—as I slide my dick into the back of Lydia’s wet, slippery hole—and reaches up and rubs the back of my balls. Lydia’s ass is big, soft and fluffy as cotton, and her pussy’s tight and hot.
“Gotdamn, you got some wet pussy,” I say, slowly pushin’ my dick in her. She moans. But the ho doesn’t flinch as I keep pushin’ more of my dick up in her. When I finally get all of it up in her, I stand still and let her bounce her ass back up on it. Falani is still beneath us. She cups my balls, then lifts her head up and starts lickin’ ’em as they smack up against the back of Lydia’s pussy. Man, listen…havin’ my balls rubbed and squeezed and licked while diggin’ out some pussy has me goin’.
I groan. “Aaah, shit…”
I pull open Lydia’s ass, spit into her hole, then stick my middle finger into her asshole. She moans, rotatin’ her hips, and greedily eatin’ Falani’s pussy, causin’ her to shake. Both of these hoes are moanin’ loudly. I’m thrashin’ the shit outta Lydia, feedin’ the back of her pussy wit’ this dick. She starts nuttin’ and wettin’ my dick, splashin’ pussy juice all over. I squeeze her hips and continue assaultin’ her slippery walls. “Uh…ooooh, aaah…ooh, ya dick feels so good…”
After ’bout ten minutes of Lydia eatin’ Falani out, she climbs off of her. And Falani lifts and spreads open her legs, waitin’ for me to slide up into her eager hole. I hover over her, then push my dick in as she wraps her legs ’round my waist.
She moans. I grab and squeeze her titties, then slip her left nipple into my mouth. While I’m long-strokin’ Falani, Lydia gets behind me and starts playin’ wit’ my ass. She pulls it open. I tighten, then relax my ass muscles as I feel her tongue brush against my hole. She sticks her tongue in it. A muhfucka moans—loud, and my already bricked dick goes straight to steel, causin’ me to stretch Falani’s insides more. She screams, diggin’ her nails into my back. Lydia starts bitin’ on my ass, then lickin’ and kissin’ up my spine. Lickin’ and kissin’ my shoulders, then kissin’ and nibblin’ on my neck. I crane my head toward her and allow her to slip her tongue into my mouth. The mixture of Falani’s pussy and the smell of my scent on Lydia’s tongue got a nigga feelin’ extra horny. We slob each other down while I’m beatin’ Falani’s pussy up.
I continue slow-strokin’ Falani, while Lydia leans in and starts flickin’ her tongue against Falani’s clit, ’causin’ her to arch her back. Lydia reaches up and pinches and tweaks Falani’s left nipple. I lift her legs and push ’em toward her chest so I can stroke the front, back and center of her pussy. I give it to her deep. She continues moanin’ and beggin’, bitin’ down on her bottom lip. Her face twists up from the combination of pleasure and sweet pain that I’m servin’ her.
“Yeah, baby, nut for daddy,” I urge, stickin’ a finger into her asshole.
All of a sudden Lydia starts grindi
n’ down on Falani’s face, moanin’. Then starts talkin’ real slick-like. And the shit was turnin’ a muhfucka on. “Oh, yes…oh, yes…suck my pussy, bitch. Yeah, you fine, black muthafucker, eat that bitch’s pussy…make her pussy nut, you sexy nigga…I’ma bust my nut all in this pretty bitch’s mouth…” Falani moans. She moans. And don’t ask me why a muhfucka starts moanin’, too. But I do. Then I shock the shit outta myself. I stop tongue-fuckin’ Falani and tell Lydia to go put on her strap-on. I want her to fuck Falani while I fuck her from the back. I go back to eatin’ Falani ’til she comes back wit’ her rubber dick swingin’ from its harness. I back outta the way and let her slide up in and start strokin’ Falani’s walls. Falani gasps. I get behind Lydia, pull open her ass cheeks, then start eatin’ her pussy and asshole.
Both of these freaky bitches are moanin’, which is only turnin’ a muhfucka on more. I stick two fingers into the back of Lydia’s pussy, twist and probe her walls. When I find her spot, I massage it, causin’ her to scream and slam her rubber cock deeper into Falani.
“Suck my titties, you sexy bitch,” Lydia orders Falani, thrustin’ a mile a minute in and outta her. I can hear the swishin’ of her juices as Lydia beats her pussy up.
Falani moans.
“Yeah, you freaky bitch,” I chime in, slappin’ Lydia’s ass, “fuck her pussy…”—I reach over and stroke Falani’s clit—“You like how she’s fuckin’ you, don’t you, baby?”
Falani moans again. Then Lydia moans.
I stand up, dip at the knees, then slide my dick into the back of her pussy. She gasps, sucks in a buncha air. And braces herself as her legs start to shake. I slow-grind into her. Give her a chance to get used to this dick. She catches her breath. I grind. She grinds. I’m fuckin’ her. She’s fuckin’ Falani. And together we find a rhythm that causes us all to moan. I can’t front, they both got some good pussy, but Lydia’s takes the prize. She’s deep and wide, and knows howta pull my dick into her. The bitch almost has Maleeka beat in takin’ this dick.
